• day or night, dark and bright
    waiting in the shadows
    all my dreams are broken and dead
    theres no spark of faith that glows
    it was starting to rain
    a little drizzle by my house
    i went inside for some comfort
    the rain was getting on my blouse

    sitting here, by myself
    i'm listening to the rain
    falling on my window, crushing all my dreams
    i can't escape it, its bringing me all this pain
    my life is like dead roses
    crimpled petals falling to the floor
    blood on my stem
    and a little on my thorn

    looking through the pool
    like a see-through crystal mirror
    my reflection seems so imperfect
    it looks like a messed up blur
    rain was getting in my hair
    making it look like a tangled mess
    it was falling in the pool
    i'm a damsal in distress

    cause i'm
    sitting here, by myself
    i'm listening to the rain
    it's falling on my window and its crushing all my dreams
    it seems like i can't escape it cause its bringning me all this pain
    my life is like dead roses
    my crimpled petals falling to the floor
    theres blood on my stem
    and a little on my thorn

    i looked around
    laid my head down
    and began to think it over
    no one to call
    nowhere to go
    i began to think of my life as a dead flower